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when do we get to see megumi in your new series ^3^

𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 ! [toji fushiguro]

synopsis: “you really are your mother’s son,” toji grumbles to megumi as the little brat yet again refuses another kiss from him.

pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader | art: @/amulin67 on twt/ig | hidden inventory: the lost tapes series masterlist

warnings: n/a | a/n: finally welcoming megumi to this series, yay! 💓💞

“I’m just gonna go nap for a bit. Promise me you’ll wake me up if something happens. But either way, his bottle is over there, just heat it up when he gets hungry and you know where his diapers are—“

You are interrupted by a sweet kiss that still manages to catch you off guard ‘till this day.

“I wasn’t done, you know.” You place your hands on your hips, shooting him a warning glance. “And don’t you go tossing him too high. Need I remind you, our apartment has a literal ceiling fan—“

“—You worry too much,” Toji cuts you off again with another kiss. “Not gonna lie though, seeing you all worked up like that is kinda turning me on.”

“You’re horrible,” you conclude. Honestly, at this point, almost anything and everything you do can be classified as a thirst trap for Toji. You blush when Toji inches closer, his hips pressed against yours, a smirk plastered on his face when he sneakily squeezes your ass causing you to yelp. “Ah! Toji!” you swat his hand away, burying your blushing face in his chest.

Chuckling at you, he plants a soft kiss on your temple as he pulls away. “Alright, mama, go get some rest. I’ll hold down the fort.”

“Thank you.”

No one ever told you that motherhood would be so stressful. Which is why you’re so blessed to have a supportive husband who may have started out a little awkward with caring for your newborn son but gradually became a natural with this whole fatherhood business as time went by. And that’s mostly because when Megumi arrived in this world at half past two in the afternoon of December 22 with nothing more but a small hiccup as he slipped into his papa’s waiting arms, Toji fell in love. And you don’t pretend to not know why. Because whenever you look at Megumi, your heart always just seems to melt at his pudgy rose-colored cheeks and his deep expressive green eyes that fill up with tears regardless if he’s crying or being overcome by a laughing fit whenever you pepper his tiny face with kisses.

Speaking of kisses, today’s latest fiasco is centered exactly on that: kisses.

You see, you have this habit that goes way back to when you and Toji first started dating. Toji remembers it well, you have certain moods when it comes to kisses. Sometimes, you’re the one initiating it which mostly results in Toji becoming an incoherent blushing mess, or most times, Toji gets the party started by slowly kissing up your neck, his breath hot on your earlobe as he presses his hips against yours while you slept fitfully, your hushed dulcet whines ringing in his ear as your lips instinctively find each other. Fun fact: that’s exactly how Megumi came to be.

But there are times too, when you were just not having it and you’d gently nudge Toji’s face away when he tries to kiss you.

It was a typical afternoon. Toji didn’t have work that day which was a huge relief for him because you’ve been suffering from dizziness and lower back pain all day. And being the helicopter partner and soon-to-be papa that he is, Toji keeps a close eye on you as you nap the afternoon away on the couch. He smiles softly as he sees you instinctively put a protective hand over your belly whenever you’d feel the slightest movements from the baby.

“Shhh, you’re alright,” he’d whisper to you as you slept, combing his fingers through your hair, a permanent worried frown on his face when a whimper falling from your pursed lips as the baby kicks you again. “It’s just the overgrown parasite fidgeting around.”

“Don’t call him that.” You brush his hand away, your eyebrows knitting in discomfort.

Toji chuckles, going to press a kiss to your soft lips only for you to place your entire palm on his face, applying gentle force to pry him away. “I mean, what is he then? Other than this thing that competes for your nutrients? He’s—“

“—Our baby boy.”

“—An overgrown parasite.”

Fuming at his words, you decide to hit back with a quick retort of your own. “Yeah? It really does take one to know one, huh?”

“What a cute comeback but maybe not as cute as you,” Toji smirks, his hand gently removing your smaller one from his face, his lips puckered up as he leans in. Teasingly, you place a hand over your lips, still refusing to indulge him with his much-craved kisses. “Come on, I just want one sloppy one~”

“No!” Your laughter-filled voice comes out muffled against your palm.

“Mm, yes,” Toji teases. “Yes. Come on, baby, just one.”

“You and I both know it’s never just one.”

Of course. Why else would you be in this situation if Toji knew how to spell the words: self and control? Still, it’s not like the two of you were complaining. After all, the bond you and Toji share is an unbreakable one that’s only been strengthened by time and the many trials you’ve survived together. And now, the arrival of the very product of your love is only a hair’s breath away. Toji rests his chin on top of your head, plopping down next to you and spooning you from behind. “Guilty as charged.”

And unfortunately, it seemed your son had inherited that troublesome quirk of yours and it’s beginning to break Toji’s infuriated heart because whenever he tries to give Megumi a kiss…

“Mmph—“

There it was.

Toji’s eyes shot open, grimacing as Megumi turns his head away, his eyes trained stubbornly on his dog plushie, and his chubby hands pushing his poor papa’s chin away with all the might a six-month-old like him could muster. And to top things off, he must be imagining things because newborns surely couldn’t scowl right? Their tiny little brains couldn’t possibly have enough electrical energy to charge a snow globe much less, learn how to hate certain people’s kisses.

“You little shit—“

Sure enough, the tiny little baby seems gravely unamused, his eyebrows are knitted, the corner of his lips curled into a disappointed frown as if to say: Go kiss someone else, you even bigger shit.

Toji mirrors the unfriendly scowl on his son’s face, noting how Megumi seems to be glaring at him. Oh, okay. The brat ain’t messing around, his eyes twitches but somehow, Toji is also a picture of a proud father. At least the little shit’s got spunk. And he wonders momentarily who he should blame for that.

Definitely not him, that’s for sure.

Toji doesn’t recall the last time he’s ever had the comforts of a peace like this one. Actually, this might just be the first time that Toji knew what that word meant: “peace”. A freedom from disturbance; tranquility, as per the Merriam Webster Dictionary. But Toji has a better definition for peace: you and Megumi.

But…

“I meant what I said to your mother though,” Toji engages in a one-way conversation with his son. He won’t recall any of this, but it didn’t hurt for Toji to be candid about his feelings every now and then especially when it came to this little one that came accidentally into your lives but brightened it up nonetheless. “The two of you would be better off — maybe even happier — with someone else.” He presses his thumb against Megumi’s cheek. “It’s what you two deserve.”

He’s been gone close to a whole day now and you were probably beginning to worry. Out of all the shitty things Toji has done, this, by far, has to be the shittiest. Standing outside a pachinko den, his back pressed against the wall, and his hand absentmindedly playing with the tokens he just bought. When he left the apartment that day, you knew that could very well be the last time you ever see him. Types like him aren’t keen on the whole picket fence idea of settling down.

“I’m heading out today.”

Your blood runs cold when Toji steps into the kitchen to inform you of his plans. You don’t even bother to look at him, your gaze simply settled on the positive pregnancy test on the table. The right thing to do was to stay, he should have held you in his arms and tell you that everything’s going to be okay not plant seeds of doubt in your mind by taking off and running away like a coward.

But for once, Toji was scared.

He had no business becoming a father when he’s lived in a dysfunctional household for majority of his life. What good would he even impart to his child? His pathetic existence has been a picture of disorder that was only recently resolved when you came into the picture. Well, if he were being completely honest, he still hasn’t figured things out quite as well yet. And as a father, that could be catastrophic for a child that required stability if nothing else.

Frowning, Toji leaves the pachinko den, chucking the tokens in the trash. It was far too early in the day to be hanging around shady places like these anyway. He wanders the streets for a good while, his hands buried in his jacket’s pockets as his mind swirls with thoughts about the all too terrifying future.

A pang of guilt strikes his heart and he wonders what you’re doing now. You must still be in the kitchen, your face buried in your hands as you try to think of something. You were probably assuming he wasn’t coming back. After all, you did say: “I don’t wanna pressure you into staying, Toji. You deserve to live your life the way you want it.”

A life without you? Sounds pretty miserable.

Toji must have been walking on autopilot because for some reason, he unknowingly finds himself in front of a bank. Mizuho Bank, Toji reads the sign, his eyes flicking over to one of the posters plastered on the window about opening a savings account.

He looks at the promotional material, transfixed at the picture of a family of four donning on those typical wide stupid grins in ads, the father is holding a hundred yen bill and is seen dropping it into a piggy bank that was filled with both cash and words like: health insurance, family vacation, utility bills, rent, tax, school, and…happiness.

…

Toji returns to the apartment at around eight in the evening after making a quick stop at the supermarket and the pharmacy. He finds you asleep on the couch, your cheeks stained with dry tears. He crouches on the edge of the couch, worriedly taking in your appearance. You’ve been crying. “Hey…hey, wake up,” he gently shakes you awake and your tired eyes flutter open. “Got you something.”

He holds out a shopping bag, chock full of fresh produce, and from the pharmacy, some camphor oil to relieve your symptoms and those folate supplements the attending pharmacist kept yapping about.

“You didn’t leave,” you said, bewildered. “I thought you—“

“—You thought wrong,” Toji says firmly. He pulls out something from his back pocket and you stare at him, perplexed.

“A bank passbook?” You open it to see that Toji had just made his first deposit amounting to fifty thousand yen earlier today. “You opened a savings account?”

Toji nods, looking a little proud of himself. “Yeah,” he tries to play it off with a shrug of his shoulders. “Every week, we’ll be depositing fifteen thousand yen in that thing. Ten thousand for your maternity needs, and five for the little brat’s schooling one day.”

Tears spring to your eyes upon realizing that Toji was here to stay. “You mean you’re—?” You are cut off by a warm kiss on your lips, and you place a hand over Toji’s chest, your fingertips gripping the fabric of his shirt as his lips move against yours. He pulls away after a while.

“Gonna spite the hell out of the Zenin clan and send my brat to the most expensive preschool in Tokyo? Yes, I am.”

Toji sighs, his thumb rubbing across Megumi’s chubby cheek. “But maybe — just maybe — hear me out and don’t you give me another glare.” Megumi’s not gonna remember any of this. After all, memories begin when the brain can fully register speech. But Toji felt the need to say this so, subconsciously, his son will understand just how much he’s done and he’s willing to do for the both of you.

“…Maybe I deserve the two of you too, you know.”

Megumi looks up at his father, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. Toji sticks his tongue out at the little one causing the latter to…hiccup? Nah, Toji was sure that was a giggle.

Smirking, Toji leans down to give his son a kiss, thinking he’s patched things up between them now only for Megumi to curl up again, his feet and hands resisting against Toji, his lip downturned in effort as he pushes him away yet again. Conceding, Toji grumbles, rubbing the spot where Megumi roughly pushed him away.

“You really are your mother’s son.”

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messy-gemini1 · 7 months

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His lost Angel, returned to his heaven.

Even with an eye missin, Micah could picture you form as if you were standing Infront of him..

Your glowing (h/c) locks, bright smile and bright eyes that lit up his day any time he saw you.

But he was an arrogant bastard, too greedy for his own good. He was Icarus and he had flown too close to the sun.

He could remember the look of disappointment and sadness when Arthur arrived to call him a rat. You begged for him to be lying, begged Arthur that you man wouldn't tell you out.

No matter how much Micah wanted to tell you it was a lie, he couldn't because despite how much he loved you; he was still a greedy bastard..

he tried to console you, but the Pinkertons had arrived, guns blazing as you hide behind the table with him. The look on your face broke his heart; your eyes were cold, distand...

"please darlin, i did it for us!" he begged, firing shots. No! you did it for yourself!" you screamed at him. Micah flinched, he knew it too, he knew he did it for himself.

"(y/n)! c'mon!" John yelled, waving you to the cave. You bit your lip and looked, before meeting Micah's eyes.

"go darlin...get outta here" he said, he grabbed your hand and placed a small coin purse in it before shoving your quickly to john, who was quick to pull you along.

He remembered how he felt when he beat Arthur, how he knew you'd be so disappointed in him. How Morgans words stung him "you'll never be...good for that girl" he wheezed, and Micah knew it too.

He knew he was never good for you, and yet. You had stayed with him, even when he was in Guarma, you waited for him.

Micah sighed and threw his cigarette into the ground, snuffing it out. He never thought he'd be back in this place again.

He boots clicked across the cobblestone as he led his horse to the hitching post before walking into the store. He looked around the store before walking up to the register and hitting the bell.

"Just a second!" came a voice, and Micah could swear his heart stopped.

There you were, dressed in a black button-down vest and a red skirt. You both froze when seeing each other, Micah quick to take off his hat. "Hello, darlin..." He spoke. You gulped, carefully stepping up to the Counter.

"Hello...Micah" the way you said is name made his knees weak, as if he was that nervous man who was sacred to ask you to dance all those years ago.

You had aged beautifully to him, your hair pinned in a messy bun, eyes still shining as bright as the day he lost you.

"What can I help you with" you spoke, looking away gently. Micah cleared his throat and shook his head.

"Just need a few things" he said, pulling a list from his breast pocket and handing it to her. their fingers touched for just a second and it sent electricity through Micah.

You gingerly took the note and looked over it. "yeah, I can get this for you" You spoke. Micah smiled "thank you."

"Listen I-" he started but you stopped him "no, don't you start with apologizes" you said, pointing a finger at him. Micah was surprised by the sight of tears filling your eyes.

"Your right. But I'm still sorry. Not for what i did to the gang...But for what I did to you" he said, taking a step around the counter, moving to stand in front of you.

You crossed your arms, hugging yourself and biting back tears. Micahs heart clenched, how could he have done this to his angel, to the one girl he promised everything to.

He opened his mouth to speak, pausing when catching the light on your ring finger.

"is that.." he started, taking your hand in his own. Looking at the ring on your finger.

It was the ring he hid in the coin purse he gave to you, he was going to surprise you with it that day but fate had other plans.

Your eyes widened before you moved your hand. "shut up..." Micah grinned, hands moving to sit atop your waist. "so you have missed me.." You scoffed and rolled your eyes, lookinh away from the outlaw.

"momma! look!' a blonde-haired child ran into the shop, holding a flower out to you.

Micah was surprised, looking from the boy to you.

"Micah baby, why don't you go to the back and sit awhile momma talks okay?" you moved past Micah and ushered your child into the back room.

"Micah huh?" Micah spoke, leaning against the counter with a cocky grin on his lips.

You crossed your arms, looking away. "you...You once told me that in your family, the first-born son is named after his father."

You hated the fact Micah still had this effect on you, even after all these years. he still turned you into putty, as if he was that man all those years ago.

Micah's boots clicked across the floorboards before they stopped Infront of you.

"Can... can I stay with you for a while? ya know, meet my son and all?" he asked, trying to not sound desperate.

Your eyes widen before you shifted your gaze away once more. 'I-I don't know Micah. i don't want my son involved in the outlaw life..." you spoke.

Micah cupping your cheek gently, turning your gaze to face his own. baby blue eyes stared at you with that same old adorable look when he wanted something...and you were weak against them.

"I promise, I won't cause any trouble. and if I do, I'll let you kick my ass" he grinned.

You bit your bottom lip before sighing "fine"

Micah can still think back on that day, 2 years ago and now here he was, tangled limbs with your own as you slept soundly beside him in the bed.

He smiled down at your form, sun shining through the curtains and illuminating your form perfectly. You looked like and angel.

His angel.

His angel who had returned to his personal heaven.

He would not let you down this time, not after giving him the life he graved deep down his heart and below his ego..

Your stirred from your slumber, eyes blinking open slowly before looking up into his eyes, er rather his good eye.

Micah grinned softly, placing a chaste kiss on your brow before he ran a hand up and down your bare back.

You smiled tiredly at him, cupping his rough cheek and rubbing a thumb over his scar. No words were spoken between the two of you and yet, so many things were said at a glance.

Micah didn't need to hear those three words from you, he could see them in your eyes as you stared at him with so much adoration and affection it almost made him tear up.

Now. He'd never lose his angel. Never allow her to escape his heaven to fall to earth without him.

#rdr2 #rdr2 x reader #micah bell #micah bell x reader #angst #fluff #parent micah #not gonna lie micah kinda look hot with the scar

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